Smooth skin, like a Double kid. “Well?” he asks as he looks at me with a big smile. He thinks it’s gagging funny. He’s under the impression she came here willingly. Or maybe he’s a piece of shit and knows Brunette she didn’t but thinks it’s funny anyway. It does fit the stereotype, to be honest. That American women are whores. They’ll sleep with anyone and they’re good for a good time but not for a life time. I’m hoping he’s thinking the first option, and that he’s not as shitty as I think he might be. I consider my options. If I tell him I’m here to take her away he might think I’m starting trouble. He might not tell me. “Yeah. My friends won’t answer my WeChat though.” I chuckle, it feels like gravel in my throat. “They must be having too much fun on their own, forgot about me, the pricks” I laugh again and the guy smiles. My stomach rolls. I feel sick. I don’t know if it’s that I’m lying or the thought of joking about what might be happening to her right now, but it feels shitty, whatever it is. “I probably would’ve forgot about you too,” he laughs again. Little fuck laughs a lot. I smile at him, rough he can probably tell I’m forcing it. His face suddenly gets serious, his mouth pulls tight. I suck in a breath through my teeth again. It’s a bad habit. Used to get me fucked deepthroat over when I gambled. He raises his hand and rubs his thumb and pointer finger together. Air whooshes out of me. The bastard wants hush money. So he knows Hannah doesn’t want to be here. She entered her closet to try and find the right dress to wear out. When I asked her why she was so tired she leaned in and whispered in my ear. Then another sight about it made his mind reel in memory. The semester started off and word got around that not only did I have good weed, but that I was a solid chef in making pot edibles. Chapter Eight: Daddy's Incestuous Dream “There is no missing underwear Max. The woman nearest to me was bent over; an orc beneath her, an orc Brunette behind her, and an orc in front of her. The Chauffeur (#60) Valentine’s Day She gagging arched her back raising her bottom for his attention, he didn’t disappoint, from the top of her slit down to her vagina with a momentary pause to suck her urethra like it was a tit, he tasted her urine tainted fluid then further down. As we ate I told him about the postman and rough the milk collection driver. “Uncle Sean! I’m beginning to love you as a man. I hope that doesn’t scare you!” she said. With a grin she straddles my chest with her green, goblin legs. Harry grabbed her hips and pulled his dick deepthroat most of the way out and pushed it as fast and as hard as he could. "Yes Sir." Living up there by himself? ‘Thank you, I really appreciate that. She straddled me as I sat in the armless computer chair and put her arms around me. Soon Double enough, I was spent.